Ellen and Saul had gone back to their
quarters and sleep after the event with the raider, Lee had gone to
fill Kara in on the evenings events, at least someone should get a
laugh out of it. Gaius Baltar, however, had been stuck in his
laboratory with Laura Roslin and Bill Adama who were waiting for his
results to the bitter end.

"You
know, I could just call you when the results are done," Baltar
tried to insist, but the look on both the leaders faces told him that
they were in it for the long haul. He could see Six hovering on the
sidelines, waiting for the two leaders to leave so they could
continue with what they had started earlier.

"We'll
wait here, thank you Doctor. We just want to make sure that things
are correct."

"You
mean you just want to make sure that I'm not a Cylon."

"I
didn't say that."

"You
were thinking it."

"Don't
even presume
to
tell me what I am thinking Commander. I want to make sure there is no
margin of error in your test."

"What
about your test? Shall we test you next? I have ever right to be
suspicious of you being a Cylon!"

Baltar
sighed. He decided it would be best if he were out of the room while
the test was being completed. He didn't want to be drawn into an
argument with the two of them, nor did he want to be witness to any
murder that took place in his laboratory. His money, currently, was
on the President. But the way that Adama was looking at her was
slowly turning it into even odds.

"I'm
going to get a drink while the test is running. Do you two want
anything?" Baltar asked, hoping that his journey could be
lengthened if they wanted him to get something for them.

"There
is no reason for me being a Cylon, I haven't had any suspicious
behaviour recently!"

"My
behaviour is explained by Ellen Tigh! I think we have had this
conversation already once this evening!"

"Just
me then. Right." Baltar left, closing the hatch on the two
leaders, but even then he could hear their yells down the hall. The
marine guards at his door to protect the inhabitants inside gave the
Doctor an understanding nod. Baltar finally breathed again, getting
out of the toxic environment. Still, he was worried about the
thermonuclear bomb in his lab and promised to himself that he would
get back as soon as he possibly could to make sure that the two
leaders sanctioned to protect humanity didn't obliterate it from
their arguments.

X

Laura
Roslin looked at Bill Adama in the corner of Baltar's lab, absolutely
fuming. She knew he had every right to be, but his behaviour had
been odd, and she had every right to investigate it.

"How
would you even come to the idea that I was a Cylon in the first
place?" Adama yelled, smacking his hands on the table in
process.

"I
was informed…by Leoben," Laura muttered under her breath,
turning to the wall and turning her back on Adama in the process. It
was only when she said it out loud that it sounded completely
ridiculous. Leoben was a Cylon; of course he was going to lie. But
she had had doubts about the Commander from day one; his accusations
just put a lit flame to the already stacked timber.

"Leoben?
As in Leoben the Cylon? You listened to a frakking toaster when he
said I was one of them? ARE YOU CRAZY?"

Laura
chose not to respond to him, but Adama was obviously angry. He spun
her around and pressed her up against the wall, pinning both her
hands to the bulkhead.

"Get
your hands off me Commander. Now."

"The
reason my ship has been turned upside down the past couple of days is
because you listened to a Cylon? Maybe you're a Cylon, huh? Had a
nice talk with your buddy Leoben?"

"Commander
you're hurting me."

Adama
chose that moment to get closer to her, leaning in so close that she
could smell his musky scent. He loosened his grip slightly, before he
seemed to wake from his anger and look at the scene in front of him.
He let go of her, his hands moving to grip the table so hard that his
knuckles began to turn white. Laura rubbed her wrists to soften the
pain she felt there, Gods his grip was strong.

"Did
I hurt you?" his tone was softer now, caring. He turned to her,
shame in his eyes from what he had done. When he saw her rubbing his
wrists, he closed his eyes and gritted his teeth. He left the
laboratory for a moment, but came back a few seconds later with a wet
cloth. He closed the hatch and moved over to her, pressing the cold
material to her throbbing wrist.

"I
apologise for hurting you. I shouldn't have…" he didn't finish
his sentence, just held the cold cloth against her wrists to sooth
them. Laura smiled at this side of Adama, a side she hadn't seen
before. Of course, she had never seen him as a violent person, but
maybe she had pushed him a bit too far tonight.

"At
least it's settled a bet I had."

"Huh?"

Laura
didn't know whether to continue, giving the nature of it, but her
comment would certainly lighten the mood. "Your sexual
preference Commander. I was talking with one of my staff and we were
discussing you. He seemed to think that you were…that you didn't…I
can now tell him now that kink is definitely your area." She
choked on the last couple of sentences, and she could see the
Commanders eyebrows raise in astonishment.

Bill
Adama leaned in close to the President, his lips brushing her ear.
"You have no idea Madam President." She let out a low groan
at the thought, and he responded by pushing her up against the
bulkhead with such a force that it knocked the breath out of her. She
could smell him, Gods his smell, and the feel of him too.

"Come
on Commander, prove to me that you're not a Cylon. Cylon's don't feel
things, they don't feel." She could see a vein pulse in his
head; she just didn't know when to quit, did she? But he went with
it, kissing her so hard on the mouth that it made her head spin. His
teeth grazed her lip, and forced her mouth open so his tongue could
tangle with hers. It was a rough kiss, half anger and half lust.
Laura got drunk on it.

Bill
pushed her arms up above her head, holding her tight enough to leave
bruises where he had already done so. But this time there was the
electricity of the Commanders tongue in her mouth. "Someone
needs to teach you a lesson Madam President, a lesson on playing well
with others."

He
traced her neck with his mouth before settling on her pulse point. He
sucked hard on her neck, and she could feel his teeth gently break
the skin. One of his hands was still pressing her arm against the
wall, but the other had reached down to grab her arse. He pressed her
to him and she could feel how hard he was. Laura moaned low in his
ear, this was the first time she had sex in a while, and her body was
on fire already. She could feel the wetness in her panties already,
who could guess that the stone-faced Commander could turn her on so
well.

Adama
broke the kiss to look at Laura, her hair wild and her lips swollen
from his brutal kisses. Seeing an in, Laura reached around with her
free hand to grab Bills head to her own and to kiss him brutally.
Teeth clashed and blood trickled but it was so intoxicating. Breaking
again, Bill turned around to Baltar's desk and pushed anything
unnecessary off it on to the floor. He grabbed Laura, hoisting her
onto the desk with an incredible amount of force and settling himself
between her legs.

They
continued to kiss, but soon their mouths were otherwise occupied.
There was no time and this wasn't the place to strip naked and
experiment, and neither of them wanted it. This was about control,
this was proving to the other that they were right and they weren't a
Cylon. It was also about sex, sexual attraction and a hell of a lot
of anger coming out in something pleasurable.

Laura
reached for the Commanders trousers and undid the zipper, pushing
them to the floor around his ankles. He cupped her roughly through
her shirt, rubbing her nipples to hardened nubs. His mouth grazed one
with his teeth, and Laura groaned at the contact. She responded by
stroking him through his boxer shorts before pushing them to the
floor to join his trousers.

Bill
grinned wildly before pushing her skirt up to her hips. He then
followed that by slipping her panties down her glorious legs so they
landed unceremoniously on the floor next to his own. Hazy with lust,
Bill pinned Laura to the table with the presence of his body, his
hand in her hair bringing their mouths closer together. His other
hand was inside her, stroking her clit and causing the President to
moan into his mouth. It was the most wonderful sound he had ever
heard, and a sound he would never forget. Bill then pushed one finger
inside her, causing her muscles to spasm around him. She was ready
and he was too far-gone to care what they were doing.

He
was inside her with one quick motion, and her wetness around him
brought a hard gasp to his lips. Grasping his hips, Bill began to
thrust into her, and it wasn't long before they both came in the cold
lab. Taking a moment to catch their breath, they looked at each other
for a moment before he withdrew from her and stood up. Bill pulled up
his boxers and trousers and handed Laura her panties. She snatched
them from his hand.

"Well
that was different."

"Yeah,
it was." Bill turned around to the computer and saw that the
screen showed a green table. "Looks like I'm not a Cylon."

"I
think we proved that already."

"You
think Cylon's aren't a good frak?" Bill asked with humour
playing on his lips.

"No,
I don't think they would have enjoyed frakking a simple Human
as much as you just did. Goodnight Commander," Laura said,
giving him a sensual smile as she opened the hatch and left the lab.

X

He shouldn't have gone back to his
lab. It was an incredibly stupid thing to do. Why would he even do
that? Was he a glutton for punishment? Baltar leant against the
bulkhead, sucking in oxygen and trying not to cry. Only he was
allowed to have sex in his lab.

"Bugger,
I'm going to have to get a new lab now. How the hell am I going to
ask the Commander for that? Or even look him in the face and ask him
for that?"

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